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[drwhitly]

Martin Whitly had made a deal with the devil, but he was completely content with that. He had to fake his death with the help of a wealthy professional and relocate to a whole new town. It was still a luxurious lifestyle he was brought into but fairly confined. He would still be used for his skills as a surgeon and a killer, but be paid and housed for it.

He had to wait a few weeks after pretending to be dead - he was sure by then that his ex wife had flushed his ashes down a toilet by this point - before seeking Joan out. He was escorted by the people who had managed to get him out of Claremont and located the place that she had shared with this Sherlock fellow.

He could have spent hours looking through the things collected there, but found his way to her room and stayed there. It wouldn’t do him much good to be spotted by her roommate. His appearance was cleaned up despite his age still showing on his face, but his hair was in better shape. He was still unmistakably him even if he wore a disguise the majority of the time he was in public.

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[drwhitly]

Joan was correct to have picked up on the switch. Martin was completely engulfed in the scenario they had set up. He was in total control of someone's life in that moment and it more than just aroused him sexually.

Her struggle added to the fantasy that he was truly taking what he wanted. The only extra element to add to this would have been a scalpel, but even he doubted that she would have agreed to that.

The more she struggled, the redder her face became, the more he lost sight of himself. However with that, he was speeding up and his thrusts became more and more aggressive, causing his grip on her throat to loosen just slightly. Yet, he picked up on her pulse increasing, making this feel all the more authentic.

"Yes-" he growled, still so focused on her face as he clenched his teeth, not letting up with how hard he was slamming into her.

[formersurgeon]

Joan would definitely not have agreed to the scalpel. It was already on the edge of thrilling and terrifying to allow him to tie her down and wrap his hand around her throat. She was tempting the killer in him as it was...she was pretty sure a scalpel would significantly raise the chances that she wouldn't survive the experience.

The hand at her throat loosened, and she gasped in a breath and then groaned. Because quite against her better judgement she was enjoying this, how he was holding her down and fucking her hard, taking her so completely, animalistically, a claiming. Taking her, every bit of her, even her breath, her life, for his own.

She continued the struggle, crying out with every pant now as her own pleasure was whipped up every single time his hips slammed into hers.

[drwhitly]

Martin was completely entranced with the scenario they had constructed as he continued to drive all of his cock inside of her to the hilt. Hearing her cry out so close to his ear was thrilling but without hesitation, he released her hair and clamped down on her mouth and part of her nose, adding to the intensity while his hand was pressing firmly around her throat. He felt her pulse instinctively increase with the move.

And that was the final piece that pushed him over the edge. His climax nearly blindsided him, coming out hard and loud. He groaned as his eyes rolled back and he emptied himself inside of her. It lasted a few moments which was particularly long as he felt he had released far more than just an hour prior. Releasing her, he rolled over, pulling out and falling onto his back breathing heavy and completely covered in sweat, his gaze just looking out at nothing in particular.

[formersurgeon]

He silenced her, and in a flash she saw him keeping her from screaming for help while he murdered her, and that pushed her over as well, her body arching beneath him, screaming against that hand at her throat, that hand over her mouth, her orgasm driven by pain and fear and asphyxiation. She shouldn't be aroused by those things, but oh god...

Then he was gone and she gasped again, her mouth and throat free, panting and covered in sweat as well. She blinked up at the ceiling.

"Wow," she murmured.

[drwhitly]

Martin was still catching his breath when he heard her. He was unable to help himself from laughing. “Yeah. Wow is right.” He shook his head, still staring up at the ceiling.

“I...don’t think I’ve come that hard in...years...” he admit almost sounding like he was surprising himself with those words and shaking his head in some disbelief. Clearly the formula was there but he had been on autopilot. An autopilot that hadn’t been woken in quite some time. “You...were so unbelievably sexy-“

His hand moved over to take hers only to find it missing. Turning to look, he was quickly reminded that she was still bound up. “Oh!” He quickly twisted and reached up to untie her, releasing her from her constraints. He gently took one of her hands as if helping her lower them. “How are your wrists, darling?”

[formersurgeon]

Knowing that he had enjoyed himself so completely was satisfying, but what filled her with warmth...and quite a bit of relief...was his affectionate banter, and then the care he took with her when he realized she was still bound.

"They're a little sore. And my hands are a little numb...no, wait..." She winced. "Now they're tingling..."

[drwhitly]

Martin’s brow furrowed at the sight of her rubbing her wrists, “I hope they don’t bruise.” He made an awkward face. “That would be quite the thing to explain to your partner.”

He laid back again but put his arm around her to pull her close. “Did you cum, darling?” He asked curiously, genuinely unsure. It had been so intense that he had lost himself in it and had completely discarded his partner’s...well, everything. And it had felt so good.

[formersurgeon]

"I might need to wear long sleeves for a little while." Luckily the weather was still relatively cool. Less of a chance Sherlock would think it's suspicious.

She rolled over and nestled up against him, her head on his shoulder and her arm around his waist. "I did," she said with a smile. "It was...different. Intense."

She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the reasons she came so hard.

[drwhitly]

“Yes, well we’ll maybe find some cuffs that don’t leave a mark next time.” Since he truly hoped there would be a next time.

“It was, wasn’t it?” He loved that she agreed with him on that. “We would have never been able to do that sort of thing back in my cell. The ability we’ll have now to just...experiment and play around with ideas...it’ll be great, darling.” He smiled fondly and kissed her. “I can’t wait to start this life with you.”

[formersurgeon]

"I think we have some around the brownstone. One of the many things that Sherlock collects." It wouldn't be the first time she'd used handcuffs from their extensive supply. Sherlock had made a teasing comment about it, and she had rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

She wasn't quite as enthused about it as he was, for obvious reasons, still teasing out the tangle of emotions around submitting herself to the violent impulses of a serial killer. But for the moment she was still game for experimentation, so she smiled and kissed him back. "I think we've already started."